Novel & Cerita Niko Crying

"Ismael Kiplimo!" He witnessed a shocked frightened look in her eyes. A shock of realization. Tears welled up in her eyes. It was obvious she was going to cry. She shrank down the couch and lowered her eyes covering them with a leso and broke into tears. She shamelessly cried like a little kid. Mary crossed over to comfort her. "Don't cry sis. It is alright."

"But if I didn't do it, my boss would've punished me." Adam didn’t flinch. Didn’t look away. His gaze held me captive, waiting. Before I could say more, the doors burst open once again. This time, it was Nico. His face was pale, his blue eyes showing something I hadn't seen before. Not anger or shock, but deep sorrow. His eyes met mine, and he opened his mouth, but at first, he just breathed heavily. He shook his head slightly, like he was trying to wake up from a terrible dream.

Unmoving. Then in a snap, Mirage falls down on her knees then slumped on the floor. And tears started to stream down on her face. Nicolo caught his breath. His heart ache as he see how Mirage crumble down. He slowly walked towards her and crouched down in front of her. He reached out and hugged her tight. " I don't know what's going on with me, Nico. " Mirage sobbed. Nicolo caresses her hair as he couldn't find the words to say.

I snorted. Alessio smirked. He was a crooked man. "Who said it was a normal beating?" The door opened behind me. I spun in my seat and my brows arched in question. Niko walked in, his clothes, hands soaked in blood, "I have got a recording for you, André!" He smirked as he strode forward. "Are you out of your mind? If Evara sees you like this,..." Alessio growled in anger. Niko cut him off

he said, “I love you.” I fought to hide my glistening eyes when I breathed, “You’re sounding like a broken record already.” “Really?” He raised a brow. “Funny you say that when you’ve got years to endure those words loud in your ears every minute.” “I didn’t say I wouldn’t survive.” I wanted to kiss him, to wrap my arms around him, but I was too overcome with every bit of emotion. It was getting hard not to cry. But then… “What if—” Nico dipped his hand into his pocket and dropped to his knees. In seconds, I stared down at a black stone twinkling up at me.

Fuck. “Don’t get all worked up now, Nico. And earlier you asked… and I promise you this, nico You will beg. And you will cry out every last drop of tears till your eyes are dried up, and not a single sound can escape your bloody lips.”

Steve instructed and placed the strap over Niko’s head. He placed the glasses on his face and adjusted it until Niko stopped squinting his brows. “Open your eyes.” Dr. Steve instructed. Dr. Steve stepped aside, so Ben and I were in our son’s view. Niko said nothing, staring intensely at us for a stretched while and burst into tears. The outburst startled us, and we hugged him, placing his head close to our body and patted his back. “Why’re you crying sweety?” I asked, and Ben handed me a napkin.

It was the 20th floor, with Fifth Street's traffic streaming far below. Marco burst into tears on the spot. He lunged forward, grabbed me, and pulled me onto the carpet. He kneeled on the spot and repeatedly slapped himself. "I won't say those horrible things anymore, Lina. I'll send Fiora away for good so that she'll never appear before you again." I gave in once I looked at Marco's bruised and swollen face. It seemed like things between us had returned to normal, with him treating me with even greater devotion and care.

Coleman nodded once. “Cruel,” she said. “I approve.” She left. Silence settled again. Mila checked my drip, muttered something about adjusting meds, and then pointed at Niko. “Ten minutes,” she warned. “Then she sleeps. If you make her cry, I will hack your nervous system personally.” She left without waiting for his response. The door clicked shut. We were alone. Niko looked like a man standing in front of a minefield he’d been walking through blind for weeks and was only now seeing the flags.

He said in a reprimanding tone but his eyes told me he was just being sarcastic I didn't realized but then my hand immediately came to my cheeks,noticing them wet. When did it happened.I think in panic .But I don't cry easily,I'm used to seeing such situations. I immediately removed wetness from my cheeks almost blushing at my actions. I'm not crying and why would I cry for a jerk like you.Mother Earth would be glad to be free from such maniac. His mouth curved upwards a little. I'm not crying for you its just hospital shifts and all that stuff is stressing me out